#heels
The color of passion, the color of pain
The color of delusion, the color of flames
I slip my swollen soles into your hallow hysteria
Cracked, fragile feet from the frost bite
of a West Virginia snow
Size six, ruby red stilettos
and I push
and I pull
and I scream
and I sigh
and I try and I try and I try
In my six, ruby red stilettos
Freezing poetic lullabies
Until I can find a place to call my own
Sparks of scarlet bloodlines
Dripping down my spine
Wrestling through rivers
between the spaces in my mind
My heart is much too loud for a place like this
My lips are much too quiet for a place like this
I dance with him in
The color of courage
The color of fame
The color of charisma
The color of strength
The color of my lipstick when its fading through my lies
Much too broken
Much too bold
Bursting into a violet plum
until I am in pieces—
until I decide to throw myself back together again
In my size six, ruby red stilettos
and it wasn't my intention to force them to fit
and I push
and I pull
and I scream
and I sigh
and I sell dignity of my poverty
to get them to come off of me
but once I started dancing
I fell in love with the sound
of my heels clicking
the surface of the floor
and I made myself a home
in my size six, ruby red stilettos.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
you want that tap tap tap as you walk
you got that fancy look on lock
so slip those feet right on in
cinderella with the ress and flawless skin
now all you need is a pair of heels
you're about to give everyone
all the feels
so find the pair that fits like a glove
because at the end when push comes to shove
it's the shoes on your feet
that are the beginning of love.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
It's not a competition,
It feels like its a game.
The paths we are all walking,
I believe are all the same.
I'm sure you'll get there sooner,
and this is how it feels.
That's because I do insist
I walk my path in heels.
Kaydee.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
And a year later,
I wear the same heels,
But feel taller.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
did not know her when she was miniskirts and high heels,
before she converted to the one true religion of
poetry & yoga
some stray dog thots raveling in a pack
cross the not-even-6am brain that alternates tween
new day Adam apple crumb crisp and
distracting lascivious Eve ones
I,
would have loved you same back then,
no different than now
I,
write in different styles
under so many pseudonyms,
but it is the same man
I,
who crawls into bed nightly with
great expectations and a list of salutations
to wake you up and commence writing how
I,
love your poetic yoga-toned long legs
snaking between mine
while I imagine them in miniskirts and high heels
which is a long way round of saying
You,
alone, my darling forever young one,
are my
one true religion...
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
High school graduate,
you look down, I gasp,
I am not wearing my heels!
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
If you're what I have
I'm going to be the one to raise your calves
High heels dropping off
I made a landing on you and I'm here to stay
There's no running away
Just the same feeling after we've sensually peaked
Making our dissatisfaction weak
With the world and our issues
Loyalty is rare
Everyone just wants to be bare
With nothing else
I like the action
But it's pointless without the emotional connection
My desires always comes second
That's a huge rule
Many of us miss
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
Out of wearing her shoes, Kaylee gets so much pleasure
They're like her gold and glittery treasure
I hear the sound of her heels as she walks down the hall
I think they're about two or three inches tall
I ask to see her shoes and she sticks out her foot
I give her a compliment and say that their cute
She thanks me with a smile on her face
Then puts her foot down with a sweet kind of grace
I must confess that I've admired
How she walks in those shoes all day without getting tired
There is no doubt, I've come to see
That those shoes were made for my friend kaylee
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
I wish I could have captured,
Your feelings,
The way I snap pictures,
And eternalize moments.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
Sometimes I need to remind myself
that this all comes in
phases, need to stop carving
words into stone and start
to see how they feel between my teeth instead.
Sometimes I try to remember how the universe dances
to the song of whoever pulls hardest, and I
am in an endless tug-o-war with myself, I'll be
cutting up old contracts before the month is out
mailing you the damage report and wondering
how this all fits together.
I can't wrestle this beast forever; I tell myself
that I'm going to hang up my hat, I tell myself
this is all predetermined just to
make the pill slide down a bit easier.
I think I need to stop weighing the options and start
casting stones blindly, because
someone is always going to pick up a brush and paint me
in a way that I dislike
(usually that person is me)
So maybe I'll write up new laws that salvage
what this world is becoming, maybe I'll put
these fears in the hands of timing or signs just to forget
for a little while, just to breathe
a bit easier for a moment.
Chaos chases
our heels in the form of everything
that we try to disguise, so I'll put away the scissors and trust
everything fleeting to keep me company tonight.
Tomorrow I'll find the envelope marked
"return to sender", and realize a second chance at
un-learning my cynicism and the things that I constantly throw against
the wall.
I want these thoughts to bleed into
fate,
I'm tired of her leaving the line
silent.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
She strutted on the street
with heels the colour of blood
that came from broken hearts
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
She will go out tonight
With hair higher than her standards
And heels higher than her self esteem
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
He's the one
That kisses my fingers
From base to tip
As if nothing so fine has ever met his lips
He's the one
That holds me at night
While he snores in my ear
And it's the sweetest thing I'll ever hear
He's the one
That stays up late
Talking about his dreams
And it's enough to make me burst at the seams
He's the one
I'll spend every day with
And still find myself missing
All his loving and his kissing
He's the one
I'm going to marry
And we'll spend the rest of our lives
Giggling
Laughing
Loving
Holding
Dreaming
Sighing
Crying
And falling in love all over
He's the One
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
Just because you have a *****
Doesn’t mean you are a man
There’s a chance you worship Venus
And you just don’t give a ****
You’re a six-pack in Adidas
Or two ******* in high heels
We ignore the hate they feed us
Only counts is what you feels
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
Who is that woman with the striking pose
I cannot stop photographing her with my eyes
Who is that woman with the dainty dress
And those towering legs
I must move on from this curious guess
But really,
Who is that woman wearing those long scarlet heels
Making my steadiness a torture, my whole mind an ordeal
Unknowingly she pulls me towards her embrace
From a pause to my heartbeat, it now starts to race
Who is this woman
I must interfere
I can't leave without knowing
In this love's atmosphere
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
wash your feet
what is this to me
what is your love to me
that we wish
for your
constant
comfort
does
he
answer me
tell me he does does he
?
...
..
.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
In my shoes
I walk alone
Laces loose
I step on stones
Wicked days
Time is short
Unpredictable ways
I hope its not
With heavy heart
Days look grey
Breaking in parts
I kneel to pray
A happy feel
I smile today
Walking on heels
I waited for this day
©sim
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Time to leave these ******* behind
and delete them all from my mind.
All had gone except for one.
He was the worst for hanging on.
He should have been just like the rest,
who didn't like how I was dressed.
Not to mention my high heeled shoes,
well I don't care, It's them who lose.
I'll need to find a brand new friend,
not like these who all pretend.
One who'd say "I don't care, do what you do.
I'll put the kettle on, you fancy a brew?"
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC
Click clack
Heels down long pavements
Mean business.
A bystander excuses himself
From my way.
Take a seat and
Squickety squeak
Leather up legs
Crossing on
Leather up legs.
I'm endlessly amused
Biting my lip,
Silently cajoling,
"Oh, is this your thing?"
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
Have you ever felt that unbelievable rush, the amazing excitement, the terrible fear of the unknown?
Have you ever felt that cotton mouth, palms sweaty, knees weak and heart heavy feeling?
I was in love.
With your green rolling hills and bright tree tops in the autumn air.
With your bright stars out there in the middle of grassy fields so wide and open.
With the memories laid out there on the pavement leading me back to your parents house.
With skyscrapers and cute shops running the lines of Charlotte.
I was in love.
With bright green eyes and sandy blonde hair turning darker each year.
With strong but soft hands that used to hold me in the night when i was crying and afraid to leave because I always knew.
With rain drops on windows and lakes between two states that held the best of you and I.
I was in love.
With an idea of you.
With the memories of you that were no longer real.
With dreams of you I had made up in my head.
With feelings that linger a little too long for comfort.
Have you ever felt the nerves bubbling in your stomach when you see someone you hadn't see in a long time?
Have you ever felt that simple joy and feeling of complete and total content when you hear it for the first time out loud?
I was in love.
With someone who didn't love me anymore.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
You give me butterflies
but not the gentle ones.
The ones that cluster in skies,
the ones that chase suns.
Your laugh is music to my hears
but not the soft ones.
The ones that bring tears
after so many puns.
You make me smile
but not the ones you see everyday.
It's the one that goes on for miles
that I bit my lip before I say,
"Really now?" You made me blush,
not pink, but red.
Maybe this is just a crush
but you "maybe" had me dead.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
Night stars
Passing cars
They all go by as blurs
Lying here
Next to her
I felt at peace
As if nothing could ever come between us.
Her arm around me
face inches away from mine.
I could feel her breathing against my skin.
I love you I whisper as we lay her.
I can see her eyes in the dark.
Her beautiful blue-green eyes.
Staring into mine.
I love you too she whispers back.
At that moment I know exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Anywhere including her and me.
We are meant to be together.
Like the day with the night.
Without one there isn't balance.
Night must eventually go away for the sun to rise.
And the sun must go down for night to come around.
Together they work together creating a cycle.
A cycle of balance.
Without her my life would have no balance.
She is my night
I am her day.
Night stars...
Passing cars...
Always meant to stay...
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
These heels, varnish
From solid ground
Upon the rain clouds
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
thank you for showing me
that high heels are useless
unless you strut -
so ill reapply my lipstick,
kiss the mirror instead of you,
and move on.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC